Paul Ramsey

POETRY: The Angels by Paul Ramsey

July 17, 2013

The angels take approaches. Some enter by root And others cloud-following, cloud-brightening, come. Some in street clothes walk a gloomy one or two miles And do not enter conversations, but watch trees, City soot, gables that are cracked with many snows, And limp into a bar, and hear each word which speaks Even with broken love to cheer them as they turn, And look into the empty mirrors, and depart. And there are lovely angels which touch young faces; These are as necessary to us as breathing And words rarely capture the approach of their wings. And there are great angels on great hills when wars come Who know so much about justice they grow weary But hold their beautiful adamant swords steady And have such endurance we have great need of [...]